Saturday, May 24, 2008

Involuntary bicycle

"I rode my bike": I said that in class yesterday morning, when some thunder spoke up to contradict the day's forecast. And I felt for a moment thirteen years old, as if I had been riding my Schwinn Sting-Ray — high-rise handlebars, banana seat, Slik rear tire (no tread), and a basketball under one arm.

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